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Wednesday, March 19, 2003

A rainy night here in Seattle.  I should have gone running tonight, and stopped off at the Nautilus on the way, but I used the fact that my Buckeyes were playing a first-round NIT game to bag the soggy slog around Green Lake.  A boutique blog just for the college basketball tournament ( http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/categories/marchMadnessHyperbole/ ) posed the question, as have many others, of whether the NCAA tournament should be postponed athwart the start of the war.  I guess my take is this: if we were under attack, playing the Tournament on schedule would be a sign of pluck and defiance.  In this case, though, when we are precipitating a war without convincing provocation, it seems we ought to force a knit to our brow and forego ostentatious partying until the bodies are in the ground and cool. ESPN gravely announced tonight that, should CBS, who owns the exclusive right to carry the NCAA tournament, be forced to do its patriotic duty and chase Fox for war coverage ratings, it would magnanimously clear its decks of tractor pulls, cheerleader competitions and lumberjack tournaments in order to pick up the NCAA games CBS can't cover.  Way to take one for The W!!  As if it would be a sacrifice to reel in the hordes of viewers desperate for any form of escape. Well, my Buckeyes lost, so I can reclaim the moral high ground I staked out in the previous paragraph.  Shame on you legions who will start vegging out tomorrow night on the frivolity of the Big Dance! 6:41:26 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []

Splenetic.  I guess that's the anatomically-engendered word that describes my mood the last few days.  The clever rejoinders that play in my head when I read news stories or by accident hear something on TV are increasingly scathing, and the cleverness is definitely on the wane. I guess I boiled over, finally, today when I read about Daschle's comments about Bush's failure on the diplomatic front, and the reaction of the usual suspects in casting aspersions on his patriotism, etc.  Damn.  This idiot was THE SENATE MAJORITY LEADER until January.  His signal failure as a patriot was his signing on (and leading a gaggle of other Geldedcrats to do likewise) to the resolution handing Bush the authority to take us to war. 'Patriotism' from Daschle would have been an unceasing and articulate chorus demanding that Bush prove the necessity of this operation and the insistence that we conduct ourselves within an aura of international consensus.  His party and his peers have failed the country miserably in this regard.  What the hell got him up out of his LazyBoy yesterday? There is no reason for the precipitous attack on Iraq other than as a gambit to keep Bush and his crowd in power, and to reward their contributors with lush contracts for the munitions to blow it up and the infrastructure to paper it over when we're done.  Daschle, Gephart and 'holy joe' Lieberman and their ilk will never be more than a speedbump to the Republican juggernaut. The Democratic Party needs serious pruning, and passionate and purposeful voices need to emerge soon.  Or I'll start to lose my sense of humor.  1:09:54 AM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []